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My cheeks flush, and I need to get out of here really soon. “About that mascot deal,” I begin, my voice feathery with desire.

“Yes?” Stefan asks.

“Three orgasms, and I’ll give you a hint what it is.”

“Deal,” they say together.

27

A NEW COCKTAIL

Ivy

I have a sex plan for our second night together. Well, after I try not to gawk at Stefan’s palace.

But I fail because…wow.

“It’s good to be the captain,” I say in awe, staring wide-eyed up at the massive ceilings, two stories high. A modern chandelier hangs down, all sleek lines and glass. My gaze swings to the windows on the far side of the massive living room—floor-to-ceiling ones that offer an uninterrupted view of the city, the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance, and the vast bay beyond.

“It’s home enough,” he says, and thatenoughis doing a lot of the emotional work in that sentence. I want to ask what he means, but Hayes’s hands come down on my waist, and his body presses to my back. I file away thatenoughfor another time.

“Mmm. The way you smell,” Hayes murmurs, then drags his nose along my neck. “Like berries and candy, and I just want to fucking eat you up.”

“Patience,” I murmur as Stefan turns around in the foyer and joins us, lining his big frame against my front. I’m sandwiched by these two teammates and my brain is already frying. But I’m not going to let them lead tonight. I shake off the lust. “There’s something I want to do first. Can I be in charge?”

“What do you think, Stefan?” Hayes asks his friend.

“Sure. Give her fifteen minutes.”

That ought to do the trick.

* * *

We don’t bother with the bedroom. In the warm living room that belongs in a Scandinavian design showroom, Stefan busies himself with his phone, hunting for a playlist, while Hayes strips by a massive U-shaped couch, me standing next to him.

When I’m down to my black lace panties, I push Hayes’s briefs off so I can say hello to his cock. My mouth waters at the sight of his ambitious erection, but first things first. “I didn’t get to check out your ink on our wedding night,” I say, sinking down on the couch so I can admire the artwork in person at last, tracing my thumb along the constellation.

Five finely drawn stars curve down his hip. “Did it hurt?” I ask, as I run a finger reverently over the blue ink right below his hip bone.

“No, but my dick will hurt if you don’t give it some attention now.”

I drop to my knees, straighten my back, and gaze up at him, a soft smile on my lips. He might like to give orders, but I know he likes when I talk back too. “Does this work for you?”

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, then runs a hand over my hair. “So fucking much.”

Music fills the room, and it sounds like The Weeknd. “Do you want Stefan to watch me suck your dick?” I ask the naked man in front of me.

Hayes trembles. He actually trembles as he slides a hand down his cock, squeezing the tip as an offering. “Bet you’d love it more if he was jerking his cock at the same time.”

A shudder racks my body from head to toe. I’m lit up with desire. “Yes.”

“But you’re not really in charge, Ivy,” Hayes says in a predatory tone as he grabs my discarded bra from the couch.

He dangles it in front of me. “Tie her up,” Hayes commands Stefan.

I gasp, then say, “Please.”

“You heard her,” Hayes says.

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